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Some he threw aside, some few he opened and glanced at carelessly; among these last was a telegram, and the words he saw were these: "Meet me to-morrow sunset in the wood all shall be explained Hermy." For a while he sat staring at this, then, laying it by, drew out a letter case from which he took another telegram bearing precisely the same message.
And sure enough from somewhere near by a small voice reached them, pitifully faint and thin: "Hermy dear, come t' me oh, Hermy dear!" "She allus lays an' calls like that lately when her poor hip's worse 'n usual," sighed Mrs. Bowker. "And your gentleman friend would he like t' see her too?" "Thank you, I should," answered Ravenslee in his soft, pleasant voice. "Oh, Mrs. Bowker, this is Mr.
"Hermy, dear I mean Mrs. Ravenslee, ma'am, I can't take 'em!" "But, dear why not?" "Because they're coals o' fire." "But you must take them, dear; we bought them for you and " "Which jools, ma'am, I can in no wise accept." "Why, Ann, dear, whatever " "Which jools, ma'am, having been a dream, must for me so remain, me not bein' faithful in my dooties to you an' Mr. Geoffrey.
"By all means," exclaimed John, looking up. "Anything wrong?" he inquired, observing the expression of his wife's face. "John," said Mrs. Carvel, coming near to him and laying her hand gently on his shoulder, "tell me do you think there is likely to be anything between Paul and Hermy?" "Gracious goodness! what put that into your head?" asked Carvel. "I have been with Chrysophrasia" began Mary.
And tomorrow morning, when he met Hermy and Ursy, Georgie would be just as spick and span and young as ever, if not more so. In addition he would be spared those risky moments when he had to take off his hat to a friend in a high wind, for there was always the danger of his hair blowing away from the top of his head, and hanging down, like the tresses of a Rhine-maiden over one shoulder.
While M'Ginnis stared from his swelling, bloody wrists to Ravenslee's face a face quite as fierce and determined as his own steps were heard and Spike's voice called: "Hermy come in yet, Geoff?" "Not yet but our friend Mr. Flowers has dropped in socially, I fancy." "Mr. Who?" enquired Spike at the door, but beholding M'Ginnis's angry face, he paused there, staring aghast.
On the twenty-third of December, a little while before the hour for story-telling, Hermy came home, and exhibited to his brothers the trifling presents, which he had chosen: an eraser for his father, a lead-pencil for his mother, a bag of nuts for his grandmother, and similar trifles which, though insignificant in themselves, had nevertheless exhausted his little store of savings.
Ensued a knocking of bony knuckles and, opening the door, Ravenslee beheld Mrs. Trapes. Behind her stood Hermione, and in her eyes he saw again that look of wistful, anxious fear he had wondered over at the first. "Oh, Mr. Geoffrey," said Mrs. Trapes, "it's eleven o'clock, an' that b'y ain't in yet. Here's Hermy been out hunting the streets for him and ain't found him.
Savvy this there ain't nobody ever goin' t' queer me with Hermy Chesterton. Oh, I'll get ye good, an' I'll get ye soon!" So saying, Bud M'Ginnis turned, and went slowly and unwillingly down the stair. "Gee, but I'm glad he's gone!" said Spike, as he closed the door. "Gee, but I'm glad!" and he drew a deep breath.
"But what about supper, Hermy?" queried Spike wistfully. "Oh, well finish laying the table; I'll be back as soon as ever I can, dear." "Oh, Gee!" sighed Spike, as their footsteps died away down the stair, "she sure is keen on knowing how I met Geoff!
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